Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 September 1941 — Page 15

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CHAPTER ONE

JUDY ALLEN met Sandy Ammerman quite by accident at LaGuardia Airport that night. It was damp and the beacon lights ghone through a mist that dimmed ~ the radiance of the incoming planes. One minute Judy’s bright eyes were focused on the timetable in her hands. A famous couturier, an exile, was due on the. Clipper, and , she had come to interview the re-| [PIF A fugee. The next minute a tall young| [ aviator, gray-eyed and laughing, swung Judy around. : “Going somewhere tonight, Judy?” he asked, strong brown fingers closing over hers. “If you aren’t, how about tagging along with me?” Because Sandy Ammerman’s touch always made Judy's heart swing like a pendulum whose beat was growing wild, Judy covered her confusion with gaiety. “No, darling, I stay places. But you're in uniform. That means up.

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Never on a rainy night, though. “Judy sweet, I'll send you a card from the Municipal Airport, but I'll probably get back before it does,” he said. “And by the way, my darling, you are in love with me, ever if you won't admit it. Otherwise ‘why would you draw a perfectly nice pair of eyebrows together? See you one week from today. Is it a date?” 2 “Of course it’s a date, silly. Tl bring # folding chair and sit by the runway and everybody will say, ‘Oh, that’s a foolish maiden who put her stock in oil.” “You won’t lose, Judy.” His arms were strong around her, his kiss was cool, hard, swift. “I love you,” he murmured. ” ” 2 THEN HE WAS GONE, a fleet ship running down the apron, circling as it left the field, starting westward. Judy waved though she knew he could not see her. She was silent for a moment, leaning against the wind, looking high. Under the green flowers on her sailor, russet curls, glistening in the shining night, took on a newpenny luster. ~. But her eyes were somber. When you loved a man you might as well admit it," at least to yourself, she was thinking. No fun keeping a gecret there. Anyway, Sandy knew her heart did acrobatics when he came around. But marriage was something else. How could a girl marry 8 man who wandered . to Spain . . . to China . . . any place that intrigued him? If she could transfer her feeling for )Sandy to someone else, Philip Rogers, for instance. And why couldn’t she, she wondered, as she came back to the waiting room. Philip was good-looking, too. Not carelessly attractive as.Sandy was. More polishéd, though. = There were at least 14 girls around the office who would buy a new perfume and a dinner frock - worth five times its price in silk or lace, for the sake of a date with

‘The couturier was not on the ship. With a small, weary sigh, Judy realized that she would have to hunt up another designer for her column’s interview. She had half a dozen names ®f stylists who swung the fashion pendulum. She would ke: t with one of

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usual she caught her breath at the shining turrets that marched so high. Sandy was far above them— flying high with his dreams—and his new parachute. : For a moment her eyes were misty, violet now. Sandy’s parachute was the best of all parachute inventions, several aeronautic officials had said. Yet no company had tried to buy it. She herself had seen Sandy make several perfect landings since the days when he had flown into her life. Some day he: probably would break his neck. Some day after he had flown to Bali, Guatemala, the East Indies and a few other places.

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mahogany desk at the publishing company where she was an associate editor on Under Twenty. She could have a career. She could dress beautifully because the magazine preferred its editors to be slightly glamorous. She could go to dinner, to see the Lunts and Helen Hayes, to hear the symphony, and watch the Russian Ballet. Yet, all the time she knew in a windy corner of her Leart that ] ‘ever could be fun without Sandy. She was telling herself that two mornings later as she stood on the southwest corner of Washington Square, waiting for a lumbéring green bus to take her to work. es ; Children were rolling hoops in the wide paths of the park. Here and there a game of marbles was * The trees in the square were turning green, and a

pushed a cart of blossoms down the street, and Judy found a coin in her round rose bag and bought a bunch of violets. ” » o

PINNING THEM TO the silver fox cape she had worn that morning—the editors preferred the staff to look well-dressed on the days that people who were “names” were being interviewed or photographed Fs bought a morning newspaer. Always after that she was to remember the warm happiness of that moment, the way the sunlight threw gold rugs across the street, and her own reflection in the mirrored entrance of a store . . . the rose

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like a huge pancake. She had no premonition of danger when she opened the newspaper, She intended to scan the headlines, then concentrate on the name for her interview.

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volved around a one-column news story, a story not four inches long. If there hadn’t been an active Congress and new strikes . . . Oh, what did it matter that two or three years ago it would have carried a headline? There were foo many other things happening today for anyone to- care what luck anybody kad or didn’t have! Especially a gay young aviator who let himself streak across the sky on an oil that wasn't oily! - Maybe she was going to be very ill on the Fifth Avenue bus. Maybe she was going to die. But first she must read those lines. After that,

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